Chapter 106 What Do You Want
In the afternoon, Susan sat down and got straight to work. She called Fiona into the office.
"Miss Wilson, what do you need?" Fiona asked, knocking and then strutting in.
Fiona always acted like she owned the place. Susan had heard she had connections but never knew what they were. As long as Fiona did her job, Susan didn't bother her.
"Is last month's report done?" Susan asked.
"Not yet," Fiona replied.
Susan frowned. "I told you yesterday it was due today. Why isn't it done?"
Fiona shrugged. "You weren't here this morning, so I thought it wasn't urgent."
Susan was too mad to speak. Fiona was clearly blaming her for not being at work.
Susan knew if she pushed, Fiona would accuse her of skipping work without permission. Fiona had finally caught her slipping.
Suppressing her anger, Susan said, "Finish it now. I need it by the end of the day. Got it?"
"No problem," Fiona said, swaying out.
After Fiona left, Susan slammed a file on her desk. Today was just not her day. Last night, Seb had assaulted her, leaving her sore. Now Fiona was adding to her misery.
Susan called Maria in.
Seeing Susan's face, Maria whispered, "Don't let Fiona get to you. She's like that with everyone."
"Find out who Fiona's connected to here," Susan said quietly.
"Got it," Maria nodded and left.
Maria had joined the company with Susan. She was honest, hardworking, and never cause trouble. Susan trusted her and had recommended her as an assistant. Maria was always grateful.
Fiona was a constant headache. Susan wanted to know who had her back.
Just before the end of the day, Susan got Isabella’s call.
"Want to grab dinner tonight?" Isabella asked.
"No, I just want to go home. I'm exhausted," Susan said, aching all over.
"How tired can you be? It's just dinner. I'll meet you at your office," Isabella insisted and hung up.
Susan hung up, smiling bitterly. She was beyond tired, bruised, and sore from last night. But she couldn't talk about it. She just cursed Seb in her mind.
In the evening, at a high-end club's bar, Seb and George were downing drinks.
"You're drinking a lot tonight. Good mood?" George asked, glancing at Seb.
Seb smirked. "Are you in a bad mood?"
"Neither here nor there," George said, finishing his drink.
After a bit, Seb said, "I'm going on a business trip soon. Keep an eye on Hayden Anderson for me. Leon's coming with me, and besides you, no one in Maple Valley knows about Hayden. I want it to stay that way."
George patted Seb's shoulder. "Got it. I'll check on Hayden daily while you're gone."
"I gave your number to Mary Baker. She'll contact you if needed," Seb nodded.
"Where's the trip, and how long?" George asked.
"Sunshine Bay City, about a week," Seb replied.
"Don't worry, I'll handle Hayden and Mary," George assured.
Seb rolled his eyes and teased. "Mary's over forty. Don't get any ideas."
"Not my type," George said, embarrassed.
"Don't act innocent. You've had your share of flings while Vivian was away," Seb teased.
"Can we drop my past? I'm a changed man!" George promised.
"I don't care about your love life. Just take care of Hayden," Seb said, shaking his head.
"Hayden's your son and my nephew. I'll look after him," George assured.
Seb smiled, satisfied.
Two nights later, Susan had just finished her bath and put on a face mask. She was about to relax with some music when she heard a key in the lock.
Her ears perked up. She lived alone, and not even Isabella had a key. Who could it be?
Susan remembered a recent news story about a break-in and murder. Her hair stood on end.
She quickly tore off the face mask, grabbed an umbrella by the door, and waited.
The lock clicked open, and the door swung in. Without seeing who it was, Susan swung the umbrella at the shadow.
The person caught the other end. It was Seb. Susan was furious.
"How do you have a key to my house?" she demanded.
"Getting a master key isn't hard," Seb replied nonchalantly.
Seeing Seb's entitled attitude, Susan couldn't contain her anger. "Do you know this is illegal?"
"Call the police. I'm not afraid of jail," Seb said, closing the door.
"What do you want?" Susan tried to pull back the umbrella, but Seb held on. Frustrated, she threw it away.
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